An occupational hazard of my usual work is an inclination to look down as I walk, always keeping an eye out for what treasure (or horror) may have washed up in my path...
Not any more! For a current project I am on a new mission, searching the woods where I walk each day for tree houses - a joyful occupation in our cold winter months.

Perhaps I am a natural collector after all (even if only in the virtual sense)...